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| Edouard John Mentha - Maid Reading in a Library |
In the Library
by William Stafford
You are reading a book, and think you know
the end, but others can't wait -- they crowd
on the shelves, breathing. You stop and look around.
It is the best time: evening is coming,
a bronze haze has captured the sun,
lights down the street come on.
You turn a page carefully. Over your shoulder
another day has watched what you do
and written it down in that book
you can't read till all the pages are done.
I like that poem! Sort of how I feel when I am finishing a painting and looking forward to what the next canvas holds.
ReplyDeleteLove the Stafford poem!
ReplyDeletePicture and poem...so perfect.
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